Nyla Eleanor a young woman with a master's degree in criminology, had an overflowing passion to study serial killers and how their minds worked. Nyla who was now working as a police officer with her team of five people, was assigned to a case named...
"So it was you, after all..." the man said — his voice trembling. Ever so slowly removing his hood — he turned around to face the man, "Seems like you've figured it out." he replied - an evil smirk smeared on his face.
"10\22\20", Nyla read the date scratched onto Elodie's cold body; the next killing was set to take place 2 days from now. He was unstoppable - once again completing what he had started. Nyla was drenched in guilt, denial and mere confusion. Elodie couldn't and wouldn't have attempted suicide. Moreover, what did her message on the call mean? It was complete chaos.
Panic arose around the people; Nyla knew he was close - on the run. She ran inside, looking around, her eyes met everyone - yet no one was suspicious. Wasting no further time, she rushed to Elodie's room. Like always, he must've left something, right?
He watched Nyla's utter dispair from afar - enjoying the misery. As Nyla made her way to Elodie's room, he brushed past her - a quick yet tense moment it was. Stopping, as he looked back, saying, "So we meet again, Nyla." - looking from afar, a psychotic look filled his eyes. Taking confident steps as he headed out - throwing his disguise away. "what a waste of time." he said, covering his face with a hood.
As Nyla entered the room, everything was just as before. Only the window that Elodie was thrown out of was shattered, glass pieces scattered everywhere. Had he really not left anything behind? Just as Nyla was about to head out - she froze in her very own footsteps. What could it be, she anticipated? It looked like a note stuck to the back of the door - tearing it off as she read what was written. "what is he playing at....." she said - breathing heavily.
From this moment onward, he's plotting his next big move. His plans were already disrupted once, but this time he was not going to let that happen. He knows time is running out, he knows he's not far from reaching the end...and he will make life a living hell until then.
As of now, it was a new morning - the start of a terrible end. 48 hours remained before he would make his move, and unlike before, he hadn't left a clue behind; why could that be? We wondered. Did he have a target? If so who?
Sebastian had recovered, returning to his duty. "he's back, my friend!" Bruce exclaimed, "I'm back!" said Sebastian beyond happy as the 2 united - silence filled the room as Nyla and Henry gave them judgmental looks. "we have 48 hours remaining till the next murder, as of now we have no leads no clues - let's get to work," said Nyla as the team meeting started. Bruce and Henry were met with a dead end while investigating this so-called saviour. On the other hand, Nyla only found a note - a confusing one at that.
The following words were written on that note,
"surprises hidden in unforeseen places"
Time has turned against me, But I won't let a second go by in which you don't suffer. So hurry before this nightmare becomes your reality.
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